Hh Alastor Novels & Stories

At that, a call from an unknown number enters my mobile. -Tell me? -Lailah?- says a familiar voice on the other line. In the background, I can hear glass breaking.- I'm Scott. I need you to come to my apartment now. He seems alarmed. -What? Why? Scott? -It's Azael. -He says worriedly. An object falling to the ground and an incoherent babbling can be heard behind his voice.- He has arrived drunk and has started breaking things and it is not that I have enough money to renew furniture, also he has already damaged my car and that already are many expenses.

I was looking for him, but I was not the only one. A presence shifted behind me. I did not turn immediately. There was no need. “You think too loudly,” a familiar voice said. I exhaled slowly. “You always appear where you are not welcome.” Alastor stepped into view with his usual calm, the kind that came from knowing most people could not touch him even if they tried. Apostle of Ra. Exiled on paper, tolerated in practice. “That is an interesting complaint,” he replied. “Coming from a man who treats contracts like loose guidelines.”

I can tell by the expression on her face that the truth of her new reality is finally dawning on her. Zoe must hear the panicked tone in her friend's voice because she wraps her arm around her shoulder and calmly replies. “Listen, Bree, what I was saying is the truth; Azazel is a demon, Lucifer is the devil and Fallon... well... Fallon is also supernatural. They're here because they're trying to stop Marina, aka Marael and Sahara, from bringing hell on earth. Sahara and Marael have been keeping you and me stationary until they can use us for their spell.”

‘A win for you is a win for me,’ Juanzo was saying, ‘We can’t let that blond prick win. ‘Agreed.’ Derith replied. In the next instance, there wasn’t just one Hind, but four. ‘What the fuck?!’ Alastor growled, his head whipping around, trying to keep track of the true Hind as the copies zipped back and forth. In his state of confusion, a puff of fire billowed into his face. Letting out a yelp, he dropped down on his belly and flattened his ears. He cringed as heat seared along his back. Juanzo pinned him by the scruff of his neck before he could recover.

“Same thing with Hades. But Hades cares more about not violating the human realm. It’s the only realm he was afraid to lose, as he gets too many souls from here. And those souls make hell a stronger realm. So, a demon attacking innocent souls is a big no-no for him. But if Alastor decided to massacre cold-blooded, thirsty species, I doubt he would be upset. Because they would go directly to hell. It could be the reason Alastor was not keen on hurting Dalton and just needed him to take him to Soledad.” “I never thought of it that way…” I replied, but I agreed on that part about Dalton. The Beta said Alastor wanted to leave him in the dungeons and just go with Soledad, but it was the witch who

Beside him strode his friend; he was aware of the appreciative stares from females as they passed by and wondered if maybe it was unusual to see humans in Howling, but then again, they weren't really human-now were they? "Of all the places Hael? I'm allowed one free pass from Hell each millennium, and you bring me to Hicksville?" Pyro Diego glanced at his friend, who didn't bother to answer, and hoped for the sixth time that venturing into a wolf pack disguised as humans was a wise choice. Shaetan only knows what Marie will think when he returns home in a few weeks, and he rather liked his balls. "She's here, man, I can sense her," Hael muttered as he began to look in the shop windows, and a

"I am honored you chose my altar. Every runaway pair deserves a sacred moment under the neon moon." "Yeah, and to hell with the laws of the High Council," I mutter. He wags a clawed finger at me. "There is no cursing at this altar, High Alpha. We run a wholesome sanctuary." The fake bard peers into my glassy eyes for a split second, his brow arching. "Great Spirits, what kind of root did you snort tonight? Your pupils are wider than a blood-moon. You are flying high, aren't you?"

"I’ve seen too much bloodshed, too much pain. I cannot stand by and watch as they destroy everything in their path. I came to warn you because I believe you have the strength to stop them." Rayka and Sylvester exchanged a glance, weighing the sincerity of Alaric's words. Trusting him could be a gamble, but rejecting his information might cost them dearly. "Tell us everything," Rayka said finally, her resolve firm. Alaric nodded and began to recount his story. "The enemy you face is not just a rogue faction. They are part of a larger, more insidious organization. Their leader, known only as The Phantom, has been orchestrating attacks across various packs, sowing discord and weakening your def

His sister, Caroline had been sitting in the room when he downed the bottle, and when he twisted up his face, she had burst out laughing. “You did this to yourself Khal. Do you know that? Why in god's name had you rejected a mate specifically chosen for you by the moon goddess?” Face green with vomit, Alpha Khal had been unable to speak, but when he caught his breath, he eyed her, “it was not my fault! I don't like witches, sue me. They were the ones who killed my parents, forgive me for not falling in love at first sight.” “You're forgiven.”

He shook his head, took another drink and muttered, “What are the chances it would be those two?” “I’ve often wondered the same thing. With Cassidy’s newfound powers, it didn’t take long for them to locate Holland and Carter--who were calling themselves Asteria and Perses. My mom led a team that took out Carter. It took a while for them to catch up to Holland after that. In the meantime, some quack doctor who worked for her found a professor to open the Blood Moon Portal, and it sucked up my dad, Elliott, Brandon, Jamie, and a couple of other people. I’m not sure who else.” “Dax,” Zane said. Jo looked at him questioningly. “The lanky guy in there, kinda pasty. He was in there.”